God, what have I done?
God, what have I done? These were the words echoing through my head as I hurried down State Street, post-haircut. 4 words: I HAVE ASYMMETRICAL BANGS. And it was done on purpose! It looked horrid...I spent the whole afternoon hiding out in my office, hoping that nobody saw me (combination of the bad haircut, coffee I spilled on myself this morning, dress that was too short because I think it shrunk in the wash, and blisters that I got on my feet after trying to walk too fast after getting the haircut). Left work early, because I felt that my situation was intolerable (and I had to work tonight anyway).
I came home and the first thing I did was take off the coffee-stained, hair-covered short dress. The second thing I did was washed my hair and attempted to style it so that it didn't look like crap. The good news: it doesn't look like crap. The bad news: I still have asymmetrical bangs. I'm trying to figure out how to make them look like they were purposefully cut that way, rather than having it look like I fell on a scissors.
At least I was able to make it look tolerable enough that I didn't feel completely riduculous at my meeting tonight.
I came home and the first thing I did was take off the coffee-stained, hair-covered short dress. The second thing I did was washed my hair and attempted to style it so that it didn't look like crap. The good news: it doesn't look like crap. The bad news: I still have asymmetrical bangs. I'm trying to figure out how to make them look like they were purposefully cut that way, rather than having it look like I fell on a scissors.
At least I was able to make it look tolerable enough that I didn't feel completely riduculous at my meeting tonight.